Seeing that Han Yan was completely unmoved and had no intention of stopping, a barely noticeable look of delight appeared at the corner of Han Yutang's mouth.
Han Yan's Six Senses were extraordinarily sharp; she suddenly raised her head and looked toward Han Yutang. Han Yutang hurriedly pressed his lips together, putting on a face full of mockery.
Although his reaction was quick, that subtle change in his expression still fell into Han Yan's eyes.
"Judging from this guy's expression, he seems to be dying for me to start doing Alchemy. What other tricks is he hiding?" Suspicion rose in Han Yan's heart, and the speed of her practice hand gestures slowed down as well. She had already suspected that Han Yutang still had a backhand; now Han Yan was even more certain of it. But what could it be?
